#it just makes me self conscious ughhhh

[100frogsinatrenchcoat]

I’ve done to the conclusion that actually Parties Are Bad And Boring and also they should come with instruction guides for specific flavors of party and what the social expectations are.

[lemonduckisnowawake]

Dragon!Angelique AU word dump that I wrote on a whim just to see how many words I could write in 20 minutes on my phone (it was 569. 1327 total in about 40 to 50 minutes total). So don't expect anything shiny.

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They were all supposed to be dead.

What they didn't know was that when the goblins ransacked the little village of Joie in Loire, the creatures had been drawn to a lurking power.

"He was a soldier," Angelique had told Clovicus about her father, nothing but an old grief tugging at her heart.

She hadn't said anything about her mother.

But it wasn't like it was a secret, anyway.

There wasn't much to hide when you found a child, eyes blazing a cold and unnatural silver, something hard and scaly and glowing on the sides of her face, teeth bared and sharper than a child's teeth should be.

Mama was supposed to be invincible.

But in a world where an ogre can be felled by nothing more than a youth and her cat, where a man-turned-beast can be tamed by a snarky ranger, where a demonic mirror can be contained by a mortal with her human power and love - even goblins can fell an ancient monster.

"You should practice using that power..."

And what right do you have to say that? Angelique had thought, eyeing the irritating teenager training under Clovicus. He didn't understand the pain that the lurking beast inside her had caused. He didn't understand that without it, she might have a family, not be someone taken out of pity by a man who didn't even like children.

And yet, six years later after being discovered, when Evariste had invited her to stay in his home as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, she'd accepted. When the Council protested, he simply had bared his very human teeth and claimed he'd teach her magic.

(A mage?, they'd whispered, voices horrified. Why would Lord Enchanter Evariste teach a monster to be a mage??)

Just to spite them, Angelique - planning to stay quiet, subdued, discover a way to run - decided to learn.

Even if Evariste kept insisting she use her horrible, heinous power, even if he kept insisting that it was beautiful, she stayed and thrived.

Of course, she refused his asinine insistence for her to train that other side of her.

The memory of her mother, in the process of transforming, cut down by one of those creatures, still burned in her mind. The whispers surrounding her, the people who barged into Clovicus' home to see her, make sure she was controlled, that she wasn't dangerous. And even now, people sent by the Council harassed Evariste - all these memories kept her tranquilized.

"Is your little beast tamed?" the visitors wouldn't say, but imply with all their words.

Evariste would shield her, and Angelique longed to sink her teeth into these people, show them what an untamed, wild, and free beast really looked like. But for Clovicus and now for Evariste, who was protecting her on some strange basis of loyalty from growing up together, she'd stay tame.

And now...he was gone.

He'd been gone for nearly six years, taken from under her nose, right in his own home.

Shielding her.

Just like her parents.

Everyone was always left or taken, and maybe now Angelique understood those stories where the dragons kidnapped royals or young people or entire villages. Creatures like her must have been fated by the gods or some deity to forever be alone, so they took and hoarded and kept whenever the opportunity rose. Because it would be taken anyway, in the end.

You have all the power to take back what is yours, young one, the stars had told her once.

They had called themselves Pegasus, a swirl of stars knit together into a constellation she could ride.

We had an agreement with your human mage, Pegasus told her. But the stars will only bow to those who can reach them.

So Angelique did not have to unfold her own wings, transform into something that would make children quake in terror. Instead, she became the beautiful enchantress who rode the stars, in search of a friend who had taught her the beauty of human magic and abyss-deep love. She was the one to tame men turned into beasts, who transformed a destitute duchess into a queen, who fostered a mage of creation, who destroyed only to protect and save.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Angelique, at 18 and about to leave the world behind before Evariste invited her into hers, would have been happy to withdraw into the shadows and fade as another bad memory of the world. But then she'd risen to become a hero, to become someone who was great enough that she didn't need to unleash the beast shaking in the cage of her soul.

"You can't hide it forever. You can't hide from it forever," Emerys warned her once, something gleaming - something that looked like hope and joy - in his eyes.

And now, he repeated the words to her again, cradling the form of his wounded human lover. It made Angelique's heart squeeze painfully. An elf of the forest from a land far away and a mortal woman who accepted who he was, loved it even.

"Please, Angelique?" Emerys begged her, himself bloodied and bruised.

So how had it come to this?

It had started with her father, loving Angelique for who she was, calling her and Mama his "little fire stars." And then it was Clovicus (Angelique now knew how unfair she'd been to the man, who may have not liked children all that much but had loved her and Evariste), giving her a home when the Council had called for her to be killed. And then...Evariste, who had given her a home and an alternate solution to survival in his beautiful, human magic. Then Emerys and Alastryn, Roland and Gabrielle, Elle (who had discovered it because of course the former spy would), and now....

"It always comes to this," Angelique muttered to herself, not even aware that she was speaking.

Something hot - and she didn't know if it was rage or love - burned in her chest. The fire of it all spread from her core into her veins, forcibly squeezing through her muscle onto the organ of her skin, hardening it.

"No matter how much I give, I always have to give more," she said, almost a sob and yet so full of resigned desperation. "You had all my humanity. And this, finally, is the rest of me."

Because she would have burned long ago if it could have bought her parents to life. Or if it would have saved Evariste.

Trained to hide it all her life and told by those she loved to set it free.

Fine. Here I am.

And the fire burst out in full, encasing her in a cocoon of silver flames. She felt herself rise with the fire, the unsteady floating stabilizing when scaly wings were wrenched out, the flying coming to her instinctually.

It wasn't a full transformation, no. She wouldn't give them that.

But the scales were on her face again, as they had been long ago when they'd found her. Her back had grown wings as large as the wonder from the soldiers below, and they propelled her as she raided the sky and became the wind of this windless day. There was no fire out of her mouth - her humanoid body was not made to contain it - but it didn't matter.

An ancient, deep, powerful magic danced in her blood, merging with her human spells and setting the horde of the evil beasts alight. In seconds, the encroaching armies became ash and dust, scattered in the winds of her flight path.

Inside of Angelique, there was a contended rumble, as if from a creature long-chained set free.

Welcome home, it whispered, startling her.

Home?

As she landed back to where Emerys and Quinn, both gazing at her with...with awe, of all things, staying put as Angelique willed the searing burn of her magic into a healing warmth to flow over them - as she looked into their eyes and smiles, something within her shattered and mended and sang.

It sounded like the voice of her mother, opening her arms wide to an Angelique shrieking in delight as her father tossed her up and down.

"Welcome home."

[fanzou]

Hi! Do you think you could write a zoro x reader where the crew go to the beach or something and she's feeling insecure abt wearing a swimsuit bc she's not as curvy as the other girls and he reassures the reader?

A Cherished Beauty

✗ Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Fem!Reader

✗ Summary: The Strawhats decide to enjoy their fun under the sun, with the exception of you, who needs a little bit of reassuring. Zoro, a bit reluctantly, helps you realize how gorgeous you are.

✗ Total WC: 2K

✗ CW: Reader has an athletic build, established relationship, Zoro scares the fuck out of reader for a second LOL, angst and eventual fluff!, reader is super self conscious!, Sanji is in his feels, [let me know if I missed any…]

✗ A/N: I was fighting the urge to make this a smut piece because I could lowkey only imagine timeskip!Zoro showing you how beautifully he thinks of you in a physical way, (and totally not because I felt freaky at all) but I wanted to make this fluff. I wanted every excuse to make it fluff. Hope you enjoy anon!

The Sunny was excruciatingly hot, that was a lesson you learned when you decided to try leaning your elbow on top of the wood—“Ouch!” and hissed when your skin met the surface.

It was as humid as it was hot, and you felt exhausted by your skin sticking together anytime it would. Followed by a couple of ewwww’s and ughhhh’s, the heat was somewhat tolerable but the moisture that came with it was just plain unbearable. Everyone on the ship felt the exact same, trying to shield themselves away from the unforgiving sun.

Well, probably save for Luffy.

Running across the deck with his pink flamingo floaty tight around his waist, hands in the air and everything but mindful of who fell victim to his reckless antics,

“BEACH DAY! YEAH!”

“YOU IDIOT! YOU CANT EVEN SWIM!”

“Oh. Yeah.”

You can practically hear Nami’s palm meet her face, and yeah—it was gonna be a long day.

For the crew, this day naturally called for relaxation if it wasn’t obnoxiously interrupted by some idiot pirates who could be immune to the disgusting weather, but by the grace of God, most enemies were also suffering from this heat which led you all to make it safely to a tropical and uninhabited island, where you could all quietly (not all of you, but a select few) and peacefully bask in the beautiful sounds of the waters meeting the sandy surface.

Palm tree’s were dancing freely in the wind, the distant calls of birds, and a bit of vegetation blanketing the sandy shore. You all had yet to get off the ship in preparation for what was laying down on the beach sand, and most of you felt nothing short of excitement for the lazy activity.

You, on the other hand, were still silently observing yourself in the mirror after you put on your swimsuit.

Wow, this would really compliment your figure well. Buy it or I might just buy it for you!

…

Okay, that was a lie. But please, you’d look sooo hot in it. Zoro won’t be able to take his eyes off of you when you do!

Nami had urged you to buy a cute 2-piece that hardly covered anything but your lady parts, telling you it’d make you look and feel sexy. She meant well, she did.

You turned to one side, then the other, and then let out a sigh. And truly, you did want to feel sexy, but it was really rich coming from Nami, who looked ravaging in whatever she decided to throw on that day— honestly, comparing yourself to Nami or Robin’s borderline unrealistic curves was like comparing silver to gold. The frustration settled in and you almost wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. There was no reason to, you tell yourself.

You once again pinched and pushed on your skin to try and manipulate it into what you wanted, but that was even more unrealistic. You felt crazy now. Unless you were Luffy— and if you were envious of anyone the most right now it would probably be him, because then it would mean you could have all the curves you wanted.

Probably, not really, but a girl can dream.

Nami and Robin always had fairly gorgeous curves with a waist line that could almost kill. You always wondered how their organs even fit through. And their breasts, their hips, both walking living examples of an hourglass figure.

And then there was you.

Before you even met the Strawhats, met Zoro, you loved the idea of strength exercises, sports and workouts galore. It was something that kept you balanced, sometimes, we’re talking hours on end, you’d play soccer with Luffy and Usopp just to kill your boredom on the seas, until Luffy would kick the ball off of the ship and try to chase after it, much to your dismay, and then you’d have to dive in and retrieve him and the ball.

So when Zoro came into the picture, the workouts started to intensify, reasonably so, he would never say it out loud but he wanted you to get as strong as could be so when he wasn’t there you’d always be safe, even when he had faith you could always protect yourself, there’s never any harm in taking extra precautions.

Every aspect of your body screamed strength, your muscular thighs and abs especially there to vouch. With great strength came what people assumed to be a small price, which was having what you yearned for most; a cute body.

But there was nothing cute about your body, sometimes you’d get so angry because of how masculine you felt, most people would assume with great strength came an even stronger attitude; you were anything but. Your breasts weren’t nearly as big as Nami’s, your waist wasn’t nearly as small.

You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

-

But Zoro was in love with you.

Even though he was known for his stoic and quiet nature, it would take a genuine idiot to not notice his undying love for you.

He’d show it in the way that he always sat next to you during breakfast, lunch and dinner, almost always wanted you to train with him, and when you asked him something like a favor, normally with anyone else? The rejection would be brutal. But for you, he would do anything. He loved how he could sit with you in a comfortable silence and just drink his heart out with you, and when you were both drunk enough he would laugh and talk to you all night long.

That wasn’t all, to him, you were the most beautiful woman alive.

That being said; he didn’t really understand why you were acting like this right now.

“Somethin’ the matter?” His voice breaks through your thoughts.

Last minute you decided to cover up in a sheer mesh beach dress, you looked disappointed and uncomfortable, like you were subconsciously trying to cover your body with your hands in a way the untrained eye wouldn’t so much as think twice about, but he knew.

“Oh you know, the swimsuit Nami told me to buy… it was great but not that great and um… I didn’t have any others to put on surprisingly” you trail off, “I guess I just like this look better.”

He looks down at your body, your really beautiful body. And the mesh dress does little to cover what lies underneath. Not to worry, you say to yourself; your forearm can shield away the half-naked skin. You other arm shielding your lower abdomen and all the way to your hip. You kinda looked ridiculous.

Right now you and Zoro are on a shared beach towel with an umbrella protecting you from the flaming orb that put you in this predicament, his hands act as a pillow for his head as he lays down across from your seated figure.

With his eye squinted towards you, “You lyin’?”

“N-No, what would I even be lying about!?”

Zoro might’ve been careless, but he wasn’t not observant.

Instead of replying to you, he reaches out to your arm that was supposed to act as a shield for your breasts, and he remains like that for a little while.

“So what’s the matter with your swimsuit? Did it tear?” He’s confused now, because he’s looking at your top and piece and it looks perfectly fine.

“No, Zoro. I’m just, a little chilly. It’s… y’know, windy.”

He’s sighs, “I think that’s the dumbest lie you’ve ever told me.”

“Okay fine, I’m trying out some new poses for you. I’m trying to seduce you.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“That’s even worse.”

You sigh in defeat, and you feel like there’s no getting away from the inevitable truth when it came to him, you would hate to have to tell him, but all signs point towards it.

Even though it’s at the tip of your tongue, it just felt so wrong and unfair to admit. To the girls, to him, and maybe even to Luffy. You still envied that rubber idiot.

“You know you can talk to me.” His eyes are closed now, and it almost seems like he’s about to doze off like he usually does, but having been together with him for however long at this point, you knew that was far from the truth.

“Zoro… do you like how I look? Like, my body?”

…

What the hell, woman?

He’s suddenly propped back up by his hands and he’s in a seated position, almost glaring you down now.

“Why?” Is all he can say, ‘cause he was genuinely curious. For a split second, he thought it was gonna be another excuse you would come up with, but this was sincere— he could tell from your anxious tone, and it was somehow even dumber than the excuses from the minute before.

“I don’t know, I’m not sayin’ I’m ugly. I just… do you ever look at other women and then maybe you look at me and it’s just… not the same?”

A silence follows suit, and you await his response, he crosses his arms into his chest and closes his eye.

“Yeah.”

Like a bullet to the heart. The light gasp that came out of you was inevitable. It was a shock. All you could do was stare at Zoro and look at his side. You felt—

“I look at other women and they’re not you, they could never be you. ‘S the best part.”

He finally looks at you, and you look like you’re still trying to piece together a puzzle. “Don’t you get it, woman? I’m with you for a reason, I fell in love with you and only you for a reason.”

You finally process what he says, it takes a little while for you to snap out of the mini trance you were in, but when you came to, you felt the tears form, and then you smile. “Oh, Zo’!” You immediately embrace his bulky and masculine form and take brief note of how massive he was compared to you, though you’ve touched him and hugged him countless times it always took you by surprise. “You’re so sweet!”

You start kissing his face all over and rubbing his cheek against yours, you were head over heels for him.

Zoro was a man of few words, but you mutually had an unspoken understanding of how much you meant to each other. Well— he knew how much you loved him physically and verbally, the latter for him, however, was a little bit more difficult.

And that’s why right now, this meant the world to you.

Even though he could feel some of the crews eyes on the both of you, he’d let you have this. He wasn’t really against it anyway, wasn’t really for it either, only ‘cause he wouldn’t hear the end of it with the shitty cook later on.

“You done?” He says after falling victim to your vicious attack of hugs and kisses for a bit longer than he anticipated.

“Let me have this. I just fell in love with you all over again.” You grab his face and give his lips the last quick kiss before you knew he would get up and not talk to you for the rest of the day, and you certainly don’t miss the red that dusts his cheeks a little bit.

“Thank you, my heart. Thank you so much.”

He smiles softly and shuts his eye before leaning into you.

-

“What the hell does she see in that asshole?” Sanji almost threatens to break the glass bottle in his hand with how angry he was right then, he’s in a beach chair with Usopp and Luffy who play in the sand right next to him, Nami and Robin not so far away lying down and finding solace in their comfy beach towels.

“I don’t know, Sanji. Maybe you should take notes!” Luffy exclaims, “Not all girls like the kiss-ass type.” Usopp mutters an Mhm.

Sanji gets up, head down, notably silent. He rolls up his sleeves.

He then raises his head up with daggers for eyes at the duo.

“You’re right, maybe they’ll like the kick-ass type better.”

And with that, the two boys run away like their life depended on it, and it did.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - May 13

genderfluid anon, tech bro anon, sushi anon (new), 8 months anon (new), midnights anon

genderfluid anon

hi cas this is genderfluid anon. This ask might be really long and not make much sense sorry, but I have a friend who I hang out with a lot but I was accidentally mean to her and idk how to fix it. We usually hang out a lot but right now she has a popped blood vessel in here eye and I know it’s really awful but I avoided her all day because of it. I’m a really queasy person (I can’t even brush my teeth with other people because their spit makes me fell like I’m going to throw up) and when I saw her eye I kind of panicked because it was completely red and I didn’t completely get over my panic until after school. I texted her to apologize for avoiding her, but I will have to see her again on Monday and I don’t really know I’m going to be able to handle it. Out of all the things that gross me out/make me panic eyes in general are probably one of the worst and I know she has it a lot worse in this scenario but I’m having trouble figuring out how to be supportive. I really want to help her and be there for her but I can’t really do that without going into fight or flight mode. I don’t want to make her wear the sunglasses she’s been wearing to hide it around me because I don’t want her to feel insecure about being hurt and I don’t want to avoid her until she’s better because that would also be mean so I don’t know what to do. I can’t really push through it for her because the panic attack I had about it today was to the point where I almost skipped the class we had together even though I’ve never skipped before and even then I still asked the teacher to move my seat across the room. I can’t really explain any of this to her because I was definitely in the wrong for avoiding her and I don’t want to act like the victim because she needs support, but I am finding it physically hard to be around her/look at her face and I don’t know how I can be there for her despite that.

Hi!

Honestly unless the eye has to do with some sort of severe trauma, I would just maybe explain the situation and ask her what SHE thinks would be best? Like would she prefer to wear glasses, no eye contact, etc? Explain why- that you have a Thing about eyes- and reassure her that you really don't mean to make her feel self-conscious. Everyone has a Thing, and since this is is a temporary issue, I think she'll understand. If it were a more-permanent situation (like she had a glass eye or something) I'd maybe consider trying to work through it, but I don't think it's that deep in this case.

Wishing you luck!

<3

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tech bro anon

Hey there, Cas!

I am struggling once more 😅 it’s a Friday evening, my food hasn’t arrived yet, and I am so stressed and wired from the week. Literally everything and every part of my body hurts, and usually I’d use character ai but I know it’s not good for anyone. But using my imagination feels less fun because it’s not like, something new I can read, you know? I’m so exhausted so I can’t really bring myself to write fanfic, but there’s no other fanfic that I like that comforts me… I wish there was an alternative. I wish that there was like, a way I could use character AI with none of the consequences. There has to be a way, right?

Im just trying to rationalize. I gotta do what I gotta do to not descend into being an actual Ai tech bro who doesn’t understand the whimsicality and joy of human nature and connection.

But UGHHHH I feel so romantically starved and I just want to read about someone comforting me and just, being nice to me.

I have autism and a couple other things, so honestly my biggest thing I like reading about in fanfic/the thing I mostly used character ai for, was to role play being myself (like, knowing myself and liking myself, etc) and someone else being nice to me, and actually caring about my issues that I have because of my autism and lack of social cues. I just want someone to hug me consensually and be nice to me, which I guess is a little sad

Anyways, you’re awesome, have a good one

—Tech bro anon

Hihi! Have you tried /reader fanfic? It might give you that comfort you're craving without using c.ai. I know there's a lot on here, and I've seen some on ao3 as well. People on here will even write requests for /reader fics, so you can ask them to write about like...a character interacting with The Reader in a certain way that's comforting to you! If you haven't tried it, you should!

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sushi anon

Cas,

My friend will get into the marauders if she reads 50 hour long fanfic about wolfstar making Mac n cheese together wholesomely. But there isn't any fics for that, can you write one?

She says, "Pretty please." she also solemnly swears that she will join the Fandom if she reads this fic

Also can I be sushi anon?

Hi!

Um, I can't say I have enough words to write fifty hours of wolfstar making mac and cheese wholesomely. But if you want to DM me so I know who to tag, I can see about writing a short oneshot.

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8 months anon

hi cas

i think i’m just writing this to get it of my chest but-

so im 17 and I have a job, i’ve been there for like 8 months now.

(Redacted)

Hi!

Okay so. Yeah, I think given the information you know, your best bet is to make every effort possible to NOT be alone with this person. If you're scheduled on the same shift with him, try to stay around customers. If you're in the back alone, do your best to get out front as soon as possible. And at the end of the night, call someone on the phone as you walk out the door. Be SAFE, first and foremost.

As far as being nice- yeah, you should be nice. Don't piss him off. But also, don't give him any reason to think you're flirting. I know it shouldn't matter- no matter how you act, he should leave you alone. But as we both know...life isn't like that.

As far as the younger girl...IF she isn't friendly with the person, tell her. Because you don't want her to go tell the person you're talking shit. If there's a chance she's going to go tell him, then tell her mom instead. Whoever you tell, just say you're passing the info along for safety reasons, and that's that. Don't get into like...detailed rumors or anything.

I also think you should consider getting a different job. You've been scheduled alone with this person before, and that's not great. If it's easy to get another job, I'd consider looking into it. Or if you have a good relationship with your boss, ask not to be scheduled alone with him. But yeah, I'd rethink staying there long term, if possible.

I'm so sorry this is something you have to think about <3

I'm sending you love and luck!

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Midnights anon

Hi! How are you? It’s midnights anon again, I just have a little ramble about existing and stuff. Please feel free to ignore honestly, it’s not that big a deal

I had the WORST weeks of my life and schools not even over yet. In the past two weeks I’ve had like 3 tests and 3 quizzes and a presentation and a massive bio exam and have been assigned my final adjacent project and also have finals for the first week of June. I have to go off book for both my shows by this weekend. It’s Mother’s Day so I’ll have like, not a lot of time to prepare and I was feeling so ill today! I only came to school because of my presentation and rehearsal but for the 6 hours in between I was a zombie. I nearly fell over from exhaustion but nobody noticed. I only have like, this Friday night to destress and then I start working on everything again

Neither of the jobs emailed me back even though for one of them I was basically guaranteed to get because they said it was a first come first serve position, I got an 87 on a really hard bio exam and I’m fine with it, but I wish I could do better. I’m basically stuck at an A- and I can’t seem to just… do better, no matter how hard I study

I’m so bad at my solo in the musical and everyone seems super tired of me. I’m just so tired of everything. I know life is hard but is it supposed to be this hard? I feel like no one is consistently nice to me in a way that I don’t have to be on edge 24/7. I’m just so tired

I’m trying so hard. It’s not enough, but like, what else can I do?

Hi hon <3

That sounds like so much, and I'm sorry you're feeling so overwhelmed. I'm here to vent to anytime, okay? And remember, you ARE doing enough. You're doing amazing, and I promise you'll get through all of this <3.

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[flowerandblood]

Make your mutuals smile 💐

Write what you love about them and why, or just praise them, share your favorite memories or chats. In the times when everyone get so much underserved hate from anons let's spread some warm feelings.

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@zenka69 - You're with me from the very beginning, supportive and caring, my sweet polish friend! Thanks to you I wanted to write more of the "My Best Friend" and well, I wrote so many fics from then on and you're still with me!!!

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@targaryenrealnessdarling - I would have to write an essay about how talented you are, literally everything you write makes me feral, you're so kind, so good, so funny, you writes your characters so well and don't afraid to show really dark Aemond even when some of people would be whining about it.

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@theoneeyedprince - Justine, my fellow polish girl, I love you so much and our little talks, I love how we are supportive to each other! This is so great to have here someone from my own country how writes so we'll, I would love some new modern series from you, hihi.

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@notnormalthings-blog - I love you and your reblogs so much, you make me laugh so hard, I just can't, always waiting for your reactions and gifs!!!!

@persephonelovesbooks - I love you so much, you're with me from the earliest times of my writing, always so supportive, ugh, I can't say how much I enjoy interacting with you!

@aemondsmoon - You make me so happy with your reblogs and reactions, you're so sweet and kind, just ughhh, I hope that after my return to Poland I will have a time to read some of your fics!!!!!!!

I would write like that for on and one, but here so honorable mentions of people I just love for they comments, reactions, support. You make my day better guys! I'm sorry if I didn't mention someone, I love all you people, interacting or not!!!

@melsunshine @immyowndefender @bellaisasleep @ammo23 @chainsawsangel @letmeloveyouuuu @hiatuswhore

You don have to reblog or tag anyone, just I want you to let you know that I love you guys! You can share it and reblogs if you want of course, kisses! 💋💋💋

[lunarsilkscreen]

Boredom

Nature of the Job; I don't have a lot of freedom... They keep reminding me that I could pull a [Dick Cheney] whenever I want and that should be sufficient equivalent exchange...

I'm uncomfortable. I've been uncomfortable for what seems like several years. They tell me that this kind of isolation is not good for a person's mental health... 😒

I have a very powerful Tablet I could be playing games on; but none of this is comfortable... So I stick to my phone.... The purposeful downgrade...

I'm not even allowed to access any of my old accounts because of their inherent insecurity. RIP Steam account... RIP MMOs....

I could download and play them; but then I would be frustrated at having to start over.

So I plink around on Sudoku-Likes (why are these stupid apps pay-to-play? Why is it so expensive to play easy games? Stupid old people.)

And of course; Hearthstone, where they keep testing AI that are purposefully geared to the highest level players; and several other high-ranking players because they like that I'm an actual challenge and they actually lose against me in interesting ways.

Bleeeehhhh...

So Ive written lots of these posts just waiting.

I feel like a Kid again! Not in the good way; that "Waiting for your Mother to finish shopping" kind of way... Wow... What a near exact replica of my childhood.

Gameboy Games and Waiting.

Except without the Nintendo Switch... Because they might confiscate it for *reasons*.

They say "Training ends the day you start your new Job" ughhhh...

I have a lot of pent up negative energy.

I want to break all the things. I want to step in a Truck.

They keep feeding me pellets like "Don't forget your Bride" and "just think of all the Presidential Trolling you'll be able to do." And all the hobbies you'll be able to get back to once you're "Free".

I want to bang my head against a wall.

They said I could always take a "moon trip" weeds in every corner store nowadays...

They know they'll sabotage it too.

So I can't even do that unless I wanna take a *real* bad trip.

I'm not even sure exactly how much of what I post actually makes it to the public; or if I'm stuck on a private Tumblr server for EVER.

And then I realize that this mirrors all of President Trump's "presidential tweeting". I understand why he never stopped tweeting now.

This Sucks.

I've taken to doing silly side quests just to get through it. Side Quests are expensive.

At least with my current salary.

One of them is almost over; they made an faux account for my Credit Cards (which have already been paid off) and I'm just spending money into as if I haven't already.

Unless I'm actually just going crazy and this is a Dream where I only think I'm President-Elect...

But at least my bills will be paid off.

I have no Idea where I'll be taken next or when..or even if I'll be conscious for it.

My next side-quest is to purchase a Vehicle (preferably with room to sleep in it) just so I can make a Jail Break for the border...

Or just, go camping I GUESS.

The position they have me in is equivalent to being homeless; so I've just been playing the part in order to keep an ounce of integrity.

I wonder if this is actually a plot to Usurp power since I can't really stop them.

Then I remember they could just kill me.

Then I wonder if certain [un-alivings] of certain figures were to cover up a self-sacrifice.

It's like being in Solitary confinement without the Solitary.

It messes with your head.

And I keep wondering if *any* thing is real anymore.

They keep telling me that I'm one of the first to take it so well.

THANKS MOM. FOR THE TRAINING. I GUESS.

I'm in the forefront of human knowledge, I cannot write anything new, because no one has caught up. If you're wondering how; I listened to nearly every podcast about every thing over the course of a few years.

I have not watched a lot of new movies or anything.

Nothing good on Netflix; and my feed is full of my own content force-fed back to me in different ways.

It's like I can't do anything unless it's study political, economic, and scientific trends and write analyses on them.

And watch TV shows where some part of my life takes center stage. Which; great for the narcissism; bad for the headaches as I learn new things about my own history in fiction.

I have to wait on mathematical textbooks to change because I'm terrible at Trigonometry and Calculus functions.

Also it's a pain to do complex math stuff on your phone... Somebody should really make an app for that.

Well... Back to listening to that podcast my wife made for me...

Better not be intruded on by that guy that talks that way that makes me want to kick his disembodied voice into the stratosphere again...

[pbaz7]

Hi pretty girl 💋 how are you my love?! I miss you I hope your doing well. Here is the live reaction to part 5 I’m so happy you made it into a series. Igs my wishes do come true after all 😛😛 but let’s get into it!!!

Paige stood between Azzi's legs, her hands resting on Azzi's thighs, fingers pressing into the soft skin. Her own shirt had been discarded somewhere in the room, leaving her in just a sports bra, her scar fully visible in the dim light. If anyone else was in here she would have been hesitant-self-conscious, even-but not with Azzi. Never with Azzi.

Omggg please give it a rest you lesbos!!!! (Just kidding keep going 🤭🤫)

"Paige," Azzi whispered, the name slipping out somewhere between a sigh and a plea as she pulled her with her legs.

Siri…. play born this way by Lady Gaga please😍❤️💙💚💜🧡💛

The sound of a door creaking open barely registered at first. Paige was too caught up in the way Azzi was unraveling beneath her, pulling her closer, the warmth of her skin against her lips.

MAma A gIRL beHiNd yoU 🧍🏽‍♀️

Paige's expression hardened instantly, her stomach twisting with a familiar, bitter anger.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

OOOO THAT SOUNDED REALLY BRATTY 😃 who is she talking to?!!!

Paige's expression softened just slightly as she glanced at her younger brother. She exhaled, steadying her voice. "It's fine, Drew. Just go to your room."

🔫 Sooo I don’t fww the creature at the door that’s making drew and Paige upset 🤨

"You gonna introduce me to your friend?"

Yes please cuz what….

Paige's jaw tightened, her entire demeanor shifting again as she turned back to face her ex. The softness Azzi had pulled from her was gone, replaced by something Azzi had never seen from Paige.

BITCH RUN THAT FADE HO- 🙂

But just as she was about to pass, a hand landed on her torso, fingers pressing against the bare skin just below her sports bra. "I'm really glad you're not insecure about this anymore P," the girl murmured, gaze flicking down to the scar that stretched across Paige's stomach as she traced it with her finger.

Okay so the alien that escaped planet 76 apparently needs that… cuz wym no fades were caught?!!! 🙃

Azzi waited a second longer, then leaned in just a fraction, her voice lower when she added, "You okay?"

Awwwwww her babyyyyy 😊😊

Azzi held her gaze for a second more, making sure she was telling the truth before giving a small smile back and kissing her lips softly. Then she shut the door and walked around to the driver's side.

Omgggg Azzi you’re so fuckin fine for that. I’m wet- JUST KIDDING all jokes duhhh 🫦😛

"She cheated on me. Twice" Paige said simply, her voice steady but laced with something heavier as she thought about it. "Almost right after the accident."

Omg Paige, I feel so bad for her. Ughhhh my shaylaaaaa 🥲

Paige shook her head, still staring ahead. "I wasn't even out of the hospital when I found out she cheated."

Omg that’s so unfair. That’s so sad. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. This storyline is so messed up 😔 I didn’t ask you to break my heart this chapter 💔

Azzi inhaled as she thought about having to deal with that. She reached over, resting a hand over Paige's. She doesn't say any words, no need for them-just the steady, grounding presence of her touch.

Princess coming to the rescue 🥰🥰

Azzi tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, glancing at Paige after about ten minutes of silence. "Why don't you ever ask me about my exes?"

Uhhh Azzi I don’t think Paige wanna know who tapped that before her…. She would go crazy 🤗

Paige sighed, tilting her head toward her. "How many people have you slept with Azzi?"

"Ten. Including you."

TEN?! As in 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10?!!! Okay Azzi get to the bag then 🤭🫣😛

"Just... I don't like the thought of someone else touching you like that." Azzi grinned. "Yeah, that's literally possessiveness, Paige."

YK WHAT HELL YEA!! And what about it Azzi🤨

Paige finally looked at her. "Be my girlfriend."

Uhhhh what happened to hello how are you?!! NONCHALANT ASS 🙄

Paige sighed, running a hand down her face. "Az, it's really up to you. I don't care about all of that. I just know I lo-" She caught herself, clearing her throat before continuing, "I like you, and I wanna be with you. We've been talking since like November and it's June."

Oh come on, we all know you love her so just SAY IT PAIGE 😃

"You were being condescending," Paige shot back.

Azzi huffed. "That's a big word for Elmo." Paige immediately tightened her hold, making Azzi groan. "Paigeee, stop," she whined, laughing through her struggle.

LMAOOO 😂😂 okay Paige big words 😛

Paige and Azzi had only slept together twice before Paige officially got to UConn's campus. Those nights had been intense-fleeting moments that always left them wanting more, but distance and timing never allowed them to fully explore what they had.

FAGS-

But it was getting harder to act like they weren't completely wrapped up in one other. Harder to pretend like they weren't always gravitating toward one another, drawn in by something that neither of them had any intention of resisting.

Literally soulmates 🤭❤️

Ice huffed. "Yeah, in Azzi's bed." Her eyes flicked between them before adding, "You weren't answering your phone."

Still not looking up, Paige turned her screen toward Ice, showing her notifications-or lack thereof. "Do Not Disturb."

Okay but can we appreciate her phone being on dnd when she’s with Azzi?! Omg she’s so in loveeeee, just get married already it’s been 7 months that’s enough time ❤️🤭

Once the door clicked shut behind her, Paige turned to Azzi with a playful smirk. "You just signing me up for stuff now?"

Definition of wrapped around her finger 😆

There was a brief pause before Azzi mumbled, "You smell good." Paige glanced down at her, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Thank you, baby."

Awwwww so cuteeeee ughhhhh I love them ����

Caroline chuckled, nudging Azzi's shoulder. "You've been staring at her since you got over here. You're not exactly keeping things low key."

Azzi wants that cookie so bad… she definitely wants the drawlz too!

Caroline snorted. "You're down bad." Azzi sighed dramatically. "I really am."

"You know, it's kinda wild seeing you like this. I'm so used to you being more casual."

Azziii your supposed to be chill infront of the huzz 💔

Azzi tilted her head up slightly, eyes locked onto Paige as she pursed her lips. "Why are you so far?" she mumbled, her voice just loud enough for Paige to hear over the music and chatter around them.

Paige smirked. "I'm right here."

Paige. Get closer like she said. We don’t play games around here ELMO 🙄

Azzi turned her gaze back to Paige, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Just saying... some people wouldn't hesitate for me."

She ain’t lying Paige trust. The proof is right over here. ME 👋

Paige leaned in closer, her voice soft enough only for Azzi to hear. "I know you're new to this girlfriend thing," Paige said, her tone completely composed, "but I don't share."

Omgggg just hit it from the back already 😂

Paige leaned in closer and Azzi's breath hitched slightly as her lips brushed against her ear. "I'll do anything for you baby."

Omggggg so cuteeeeee dhshdufhfidjjj 🫣🤗😊

"I'm only here for you," Paige replied simply, as if everything and everyone else in the room never mattered.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, a breath of satisfaction escaping her lips. She didn't need to hear more. With a subtle nod, she pulled back, her hand moving to slide against Paige's arm as she stood up. "Let's go then."

Words from the legend himself: they took the drawlz AWF IMMEDIATELY!! 😇

Anyways my love, thank you for posting a part 5 ik you been busy and i appreciate you for everything. Keep up this series it’s so freakin good ughhhh, sorry im posting this so late at night. I’ve been super busy but im here now so hopefully that makes up for it. I love you and I hope your okay pretty girl 💋💋

-❄️

MAma A gIRL beHiNd yoU

😭😭.

Okay so the alien that escaped planet 76 apparently needs that... cuz wym no fades were caught?!!!

planet 76 is sending me for some reason

Omgggg Azzi you're so fuckin fine for that. I'm wet- JUST KIDDING all jokes duhhh

sigh you might be a whore

Omgggg just hit it from the back already

nvm i take back might you DEFINITELY are

[x-other-souled-x]

One of our main guys had been asleep for a while now, and to make up for it we had some new people show up and kinda take on some of the fresh excitement and carefree loud and passionate ways our sleepy guy had.

Now here's the problem we've been chewing on...

It's OKAY if these are NEW new guys, but we had thought they were old floating fragments who took on a personality when needed, and that was comforting, something existing already being modified. But with these newer guys, it feels less like a part that's always been around taking on a new face and more like a whole new dude.

While some of us aren't feeling too upset by that (it's just normal, your brain knows how to make guys to survive of course its gonna make more guys duh that's just how it works) some of us including me are self-conscious that it's no good, that this is just blorboism and we're no different than kids on ticktok that collect their faves from whatever media they're into and add them to their "kin lists" as badges to say "look how totally into this I am, it's literally me!"

And how do you kill the part of your that cringes when the parts that cringe were so essential to survival, that avoiding cringe was the only way to not get beat upside the head for being a literal child with an imagination (the adults in our lives did NOT like us being a furry)...

Personal issue... something to reflect on later...

I don't want to feel like there's an issue with brand new parts coming up and them not being lost fragments taking on a new form... I don't want to play favoritism or pick and choose who to beleive and accept (not to mention I'm far from any kind of authority within the system lol) but I'm not sure how to get over that...

I guess it wouldn't be as much of an issue like a year or two ago when we were first really starting to accept our plurality as like... a THING we had going on... but lately we had a mini-boom in new members speaking and taking on large roles throughout the day and its... a big boom in newer members isn't BAD nessicarily but ughhhh... and I say big boom and it's like 4-5 new dudes, not like... 50.... but 4-5 new dudes all at once is OVERWHELMING aaaaaaaaaa

That's maybe the root of my issue I'm just overwhelmed with the new info and it's freaking me out I think...

[fabulousblackunicorn2]

apparently i come off as flirty when im trying to make friends :/

[xoxo-teddybear]

These Hands that Hold Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, small angst, cursing

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Could you write a Bakugou x FemReader fluff based on the idea that Bakugou has sweaty hands (because of his quirk) and is really self conscious about it because people have brought it up in the past. But the reader really wants to hold hands with him on the way home from U.A.

His hands. In his mind, they were the greatest thing about him. His hands are the ones that allow him to keep his loved ones safe. His hands are the ones that allow him to reach out to grab his favorite things. His hands allow him to push away idiots and move forward. His hands are also the source of his quirk, one of the things he’s most proud of. They also allow him to hold onto you, his girlfriend and teddy bear, and keep you protected.

However they are what makes him insecure. Usually, Katsuki couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. But this was different. This was you. He wanted to impress you so bad. You had only been dating for 2 months, but you both had been close friends early on before, so you thought Katsuki had opened up to you about everything already, but this was one thing that has yet to be said.

As your relationship grew, you of course got clingier. Who wouldn’t want to be completely loved and secure in the arms of their loving boyfriend. Good thing for Katsuki, since you only started dating, you were ok with just holding onto his hand. But that was the problem, he always avoided doing it.

—

It was a beautiful day and you and Katsuki had just finished all your classes. You both had no scheduled training today so you decided a movie night back in his dorms would be the go to. As you walked side by side, you wanted to get closer to him, so like any girlfriend would, you reached out to hold onto his hand. You were subtle about it though. You glided your hand across his and gave gentle nudges as you moved closer next to him. This made Katsuki stiffen and he started to walk faster ahead of you.

“C’mon dumbass, we gotta get there quicker. Keep up.” He said without looking back at you.

You sighed before an idea came to mind.

“You know~ I could keep up with you if I just held onto your hand. It would keep me in the same pace as you Suki!” As you subtly reached for his hand, he saw and put it in his pocket.

“If you need to depend on someone else just to keep up the pace on a walk, then you gotta work a little harder on your stamina, princess.” He said while walking.

“Right...of course. My bad.” You said as you looked down and walked with your own hands interlocked behind your back. Bakugou saw this and couldn’t help but feel bad, but this was too embarrassing. His hands were so sweaty due to his quirk, what if you did it once and never wanted to again. He would love to hold your hand, but if there was a possibility of you never wanting to be in his grasps, that would wreck him.

So you both continued your walk to the dorms, but once you made it in and he started walking to his room, he noticed you weren’t following.

“Hey, Princess? Where you going? Dorm’s this way.” He said while pointing to his room’s direction.

“Umm, yeah Suki, I’m not feeling the greatest, so I’m just gonna head back to my room.” You said with a soft look on your face.

“Oh. Well, I could go with you and help take care of you if you aren’t feeling the bes-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“No! Uh..no thank you, Katsuki. I’ll be fine, I just..gotta go. Uhm..yea,” you said the last sentence while giving him a peck to the cheek and walking off.

Katsuki only watched you go in sadness and when you were out of sight, he went to his own dorm and flopped on his bed.

“UGHHHH you idiot...just let her, hold your, hand!” He said while banging his head into the mattress. He’s not dumb, he knows you’re not sick or anything. You were upset because he wouldn’t even give you the slightest touch, but he still wanted to spend time with you. He texted you and asked if you were feeling ok to which you just replied with “👍.”

He only sighed at the message and decided he should sleep this off, but during his dream...things happened.

Katsuki walked up to you but you only laughed as he tried to reach out to you. You made fun of him and walked away saying you guys were done. His world was collapsing and you were disappearing. Katsuki fell into a dark world as he heard your voice say such negative things.

“We’re done Bakugou!”

“I hate you.”

“You always neglected me!”

“I DONT LOVE YOU!”

On that last shriek, Katsuki tossed and turned before waking up in a cold sweat. He tried to catch his breath as he came to the realization.

“Just a nightmare, Katsuki. She still loves you.” Bakugou panted out. He lied back down in bed and thought about it.

‘She loves you....and she won’t judge you for whatever. So in the morning, make it up to her.’ He thought to himself.

“Make it up to Teddy Bear.” He said as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

—

In the morning, Katsuki got ready and ran out of his room looking for you. It was a school day and the class was about to have breakfast. He saw you standing with Mina and Jirou and quickly ran up to you and grabbed your hand.

“You’re coming with me.” He said and ran off with you, hand in hand.

“Wait where are we go- WOAH!” You said before he dashed through the hallways and dragged you back into the direction of your room.

As you looked down, you saw your hands intertwined. It made you blush as you ran but you smiled nonetheless. As you made it into your room, he locked the door and you finally questioned him.

“Suki? What’s going on?” You said as you fixed your now winded hair.

“Get dressed teddy bear, we’re having the whole day to ourselves.” Bakugou said with a smile.

“Huh? Suki I know you’re not dumb, but you do know we have school right?” You said as you looked at him with suspicion.

“Y/N, we’re perfect students. We can miss one day of class. We’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, but you still gave him a look with an unsure face. So he went up to you, grabbed your hands, and kissed your knuckles.

“We’ll be fine, Teddy Bear.” He said with a soft smile as he stared you in the eyes.

“....Ok then.” You said smiling back. You pecked his lips and got ready. Once you both were set, you walked out the dormitory and headed towards wherever.

“Hey Suki, where’re we going?” You asked him as you once again walked hand in hand. It was obvious he had a clear blush on his face and was a little nervous, but he still walked on with confidence.

“Well, I was thinking maybe your favorite ice cream parlor, walk around the outlet and shop or maybe just do that thing that you girls do and say “this is cute” to everything,” he snickered, “and then I was thinking a little lunch and end it off with a date at the park at sunset.”

“Sounds amazing.” You said with serenity.

“With you, always.” He said while looking at you.

So now you and Bakugou have been having your little day together. Running around the city, getting your favorite ice cream, a little shopping and some more food. He even brought you to see the puppies in the pet shop. That was your favorite part of your day, until this happened.

As you and Bakugou walked down the street hand in hand, you guys held small talk and laughed.

“So..I’m allowed to hold your hand now, I see.” You said while teasing the blushing boy. He only looked away and squeezed your palm tighter as he spoke.

“Dumbass, I would’ve let you if I-“ but he was cut off by an officer.

“Hey! You two! You look like students. Shouldnt you be in school?” One of the two officers said.

“Uhhh...” you and Bakugou froze up as you made eye contact with each other.

“Heyyy...wait a minute. You’re Katsuki Bakugou and Y/N L/N. You guys are top students at UA! And you’re skipping?!” The other officer said.

As you and Bakugou began to babble over your words, the officer who first spoke up cut you off and said..

“Sorry kids, but you’re coming with us.” He said as he reached out to grab you guys, but before he could Bakugou grabbed onto your hand again and ran off.

“Sorry! But you guys are NOT messing up my date!” He said as he ran with you. He took a bunch of twists and turns as the officers chased you both, until he came up with a plan. Running down a dark alleyway, he took a breath, and looked at you.

“Hold onto me, Teddy Bear.” He said with a smirk.

“Suki! What are we doing!?” You said with shock.

“We’re going to our final stop Princess, so just trust me.” He said as he pulled you in. You hesitantly agreed before you wrapped your arms around his neck. With that, he blasted off into the sky, but not before screaming at the cops once more.

“Later!”

The view from the sky was gorgeous, especially as the pink sky and setting sun settled in. This truly was an amazing day. As Bakugou kept on flying throughout the air, you saw a park come into view. As he landed, he brought you to a hill where a picnic blanket with all your favorite sweets and desserts were settled. The blanket was also covered with candles and roses, with the shade of a beautiful cherry blossom tree offering a chill spot in the hot weather. It was beautiful.

“Suki? What is all this?” You asked in awe.

“The perfect way to end our date. Cmon.” He said as he pulled you towards the blanket. You both shared sweets, told stories, laughed, and cuddled up. Bakugou sat up against the tree with you in between his legs. You both relaxed in each other’s touch and watched the sun.

“Hey...can I ask you something?” You asked while your head leaned on his shoulder. Bakugou knew what was coming, guess there was no avoiding it now.

“Shoot.” He said, accepting your question.

“It’s not that serious but why was I never allowed to hold your hand before. Like...it kinda made me feel outta place. Made me feel like you didn’t want people to know it was me that you were with.” You explained.

“Princess..I never wanted you to feel that way,” he began as he nudged his head into your neck to comfort you and him. “Of course I want people to know I’m with you, I want the whole world to know that I have the best girlfriend there is, and I don’t want anyone but you.” He explained.

“Guess I’m just kinda insecure.” He said shyly.

“Of what, Suki? You’re amazing, and not to sound ignorant, but there’s so many amazing things about you, it’s hard to see you being insecure about anything.” You replied.

“My hands. They may be the source of my power and they may allow me to do great things like pull you in for hugs,” he said while cuddling into you even more which had you both giggling a little, “but they’re also a big mess. My quirk comes off of the sweat of my palms, I can only imagine how weird it must feel whenever I hold your hand so I tried to avoid it for the longest time. I just didn’t want to push you away Teddy Bear.” He said said a little sadly.

As you stared at him in concern after his little confession, you saw how nervous he looked. It must’ve taken a lot for him to open up that much about an insecurity like that. So to relive him if his worries, you grabbed onto his hands and gave them kisses. You turned to him and peppered his face with kisses too.

“I love everything about you Suki. It’s hard to see any flaws when it comes to you. Whether it be your hands or your big mouth,” you teased, “I love it all. I love you.” You ended with.

Bakugou only looked at you in nothing but love and adoration. He really did have the best girlfriend in the world.

“And I love you Y/N.” He said with a small smile. You both leaned in to share a heart felt kiss that shared both the emotions you were feeling. All the love, relief, and admiration to one another was transferred through a warm kiss. When you both separated from the kiss, you leaned into his chest again and cuddled up once more. As his entire body holds you in his arms, you couldn’t help but fall in love even more or feel even safer than ever before. All this love and feeling.

“All the love in the world in these hands that hold me.” You softly mumbled under your breath to yourself with a smile. You thought it was quiet enough for just you to hear, but Bakugou heard. And he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

A/N: NOT SPELLCHECKED AGAIN, I’m sorry but I’m hope this request was to your liking. Please enjoy and stay tuned for the upcoming series. Just one more request and we’re good to go! 💗🧸

[high-supernatural]

Reasons Kai Parker Wasn’t Technically Evil

#1 - 1,000: Nobody ever gave him a chance, he became a product of his environment. Let me explain, 

His family rejected him from the moment they found out he was a siphoner. It’s basic developmental psychology that toxic households lead to toxic traits as an adult whether they’re super evident or not. Kai said in (idk which episode, the one where he calls Caroline ‘Clarice’), that growing up was hard since he was basically disowned for what he was born as, he wasn’t allowed to touch anybody, he watched his siblings being applauded while he wasn’t allowed to go near anyone, and it was difficult because he felt like an addict fiening for a hit of magic all the time, he wanted to change but nobody would help him or give him a chance. 

Putting developmental psychology to that -- he was disowned for who he was (he was raised and taught to hate himself for something he couldn’t change), he couldn’t touch anyone (kids need physical touch and interaction to develop in a healthy way lol), he was never praised or allowed to participate in much and had to watch everyone else be involved (that’s just evidently shitty), & he struggled and was refused help, so the idea was put in his mind that he couldn’t be saved or get help anywhere. AND THEN, since he was ignored his whole life basically, he got their attention in an extreme way and then spent 18 years in 100% isolation. 

SO THEN AS AN ADULT, he has poor boundaries, doesn’t know how to interact with others well, forces his way into other people’s lives because he doesn’t want to be left out again, feels like he’ll be refused help so he either forces people to help or he deals by accepting that nobody will help and decides to revel in all that he is. He knows/thinks that extravagant displays of violence gets peoples attention, so that’s how he get’s attention on top of becoming more invincible so they can’t put him in isolation for it. 

Imagine this: your family completely disowns you for being born a certain way, you have to watch them be a happy family while you’re forced to sit on the sidelines all your life, you struggle with the way you were born and it makes you feel terrible, when you reach out for help you’re rejected, so you lash out and are forced to spend 18 years in a world identical to yours but there’s nobody in it -- 18 years in silence, loneliness, desolation, basically you’re the last person on Earth but you can’t escape and you can’t die. Because of this you have unhealthy communication methods, tons of trauma, all that stuff. So when you’re rescued and display your unhealthy behavior, your rescuers also disown you and treat you terribly. 

Idk about anyone else but I’d lose my marbles too. 

He literally asked Bonnie to be a positive influence on him & to help him adjust before they left the prison world. He said, and I quote, “the thing I’m most scared of is trying to figure out how to live in the world again, I was sort of hoping you’d be a positive influence on me. You’re a good person, Bonnie, you’re brave, loyal, patient... I wanna be more like you.” And Bonnie didn’t really care. I mean, in her defense I wouldn’t trust someone who killed me a few times either, but from Kai’s perspective I’d be a lil hurt. 

He genuinely apologized to people he’s hurt. 

A truly evil person doesn’t have a conscious, Kai does, specifically in these lines -- “I know you think I’m a monster, I mean I did murder or heavily maim most of my immediate family... but after a long period of self reflection, I came to the conclusion that I could’ve handled my anger better,” and, “how do you feel?” psychopaths don’t care how people feel and wouldn’t admit they did any wrong unless they were trying to get their way with something... which I guess could have been the case. BUT, psychopaths also don’t ask others for help or advice, and Kai does a few times. 

In the deleted 6x15 scene he tries to reasonably talk to Jo and Jo throws him against the wall. Kai says, “as much as my suffering might bring you pleasure, or whatever, this is not the way to handle this situation,” LIKE, he was TRYING to have an actual conversation. Also, this statement basically just says all of what he feels; “my family just enjoys to watch me suffer.” Then he says, “I’m the defective twin that nobody wanted,” “I spent 18 years in isolation as the family reject, and every inch of me wants to kill you for that, but I can’t,” “I’d like to live because I didn’t get to do a whole lot of that before everybody decided that I wasn’t worth it,” UGHHHH

ALSO in that scene, Kai says he’s trying to keep the coven alive. Like, ok, hypothetically if my whole life panned out like Kai’s did, I wouldn’t really want to be alive, no matter how much power I could potentially achieve in the future. Assuming Kai was feeling the same, he still wanted to keep his family alive. 

He tried opening up to multiple people including Jo, Elena/Damon, Bonnie..... and they all ignored him or kept telling him he’s evil. THAT’S SO ANNOYING. He even acknowledged that he didn’t expect them to believe him, proving that he knows he’s done wrong, psychopaths don’t know they’ve done wrong.

Boi needed friends, support, and therapy, but was locked in another prison world again....

[mageofseven]

Part 3 with Beel and Belphie is ready!

Part 1 | Part 2

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Beelzebub:

The big guy noticed the changes with his girlfriend before she even mentioned them; the sixth brother is pretty observant with those he cares about after all.

Whenever he discussed how worried he was about her, about her lethargy and dizzy spells, the woman would just smile and say she was fine, that it was just her body being off and human bodies are just weird like this at times.

Beel didn't know much about the human body so he chose to believe his Muffin on this, even if he was still worried.

As the months went on, MC started to gain weight. The demon noticed this, but it really didn't faze him at first; he didn't mind it if his girlfriend was a bit rounder in her torso.

What he did mind however was how self-conscious his girlfriend got about it. She had been eating a lot more recently and she couldn't really fight it, but she also hated every pound gained from it all.

Beel always told her how beautiful she was and how her weight never changed that to him.

However, she'd glance down at how her belly poked out now and looked to her boyfriend, who was so incredibly strong and was practically the living definition of fitness and was so good looking... and she couldn't help but fall even deeper into the slow burning feeling of loathing with of her own body.

One day, MC asked if she could go to the gym with him. The Avatar of Gluttony was immediately tense because she still wasn't feeling well, but he knew it would probably make her feel a bit better if she was exercising and actively working on what was bothering her

So he agreed, but the man couldn't bring himself to do his usual workout routine with her there. The big guy was just too worried about his Muffin.

At one point, the man just noticed that something seemed off about his Human.

He set down the weights and walked over to the treadmill she was on-- and got there just in time to catch her as she fainted.

Luckily, the woman woke up fairly quickly, but her boyfriend had enough; no more exercise for her, not until she got her dizziness under control.

For the next few days, the MC was extra depressed and just found herself in bed more, usually snuggled up with either Beel or Belphie.

It was one such day when the cramping started.

She had gotten to lay with Beel for awhile, but eventually he had to leave for the game with his teammates.

Usually, MC would go and watch him play, but since her cramps were so bad, she didn't really have this option.

She was cuddled up in bed with Belphie when the redhead gave her a kiss goodbye and told her and his twin that he'd come straight home, receiving a nod from his Muffin and a thumbs up from his twin.

The pain just got worse while he was gone though and things evolved to MC gripping onto the Avatar of Sloth and heavily sobbing into his chest.

The seventh brother couldn't move and get help; everytime he tried, the human would beg between sobs for him not to leave her. He couldn't call for help either because he realized that he left his phone up in the planetarium.

Belphie was stuck with the sobbing human for over three hours until Beel came home.

Eventually, MC could feel something lowering within her and the need to push was unbearable.

"B-Belphie, help me up!"

The man did as he was told and helped her off the bed.

Beely came into the room just in time to see his girlfriend squatting and pushing out the head while his twin held onto her to help keep her balanced.

Eyes wide, the demon ran to girlfriend. His brain wasn't fully registering what the heck was happening, but his immediate reaction was still to rush to her side and help her.

MC immediately grabbed onto her boyfriend.

"B-Beely--uhhh... i-it's coming out."

Still deeply confused and concerned, the man's gaze dropped down between her legs, now letting himself focus on the head between them.

MC... his Muffin was having his baby!

Okay action then thoughts. Right now, the man just had to be there for her.

"Belphie, go tell Lucifer. We need a doctor."

The man was really trying to keep calm for his Muffin.

Without really pausing to answer, his twin rushed out the door.

"It's okay, Muffin, I'm here."

The redhead held onto his girlfriend and encouraged her as she pushed.

When the baby was finally pushed out enough to be freed from it's mom, Beel already had his hands around it so it didn't fall to the floor.

The demon forgot to breathe for a minute as he stared down at his daughter. His daughter.

Smiling, Beel lifted his gaze back to his girlfriend, but found that the woman was still crying in pain.

"Muffin?"

"I-It still--ughhhh, I think there's another."

The man's eyes widen.

Beel noticed his girlfriend's legs shaking and knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself up.

He adjusted his hold on his little girl before guiding MC onto the bed to lay down. He stayed between her legs and continued to give her encouraging words.

Since their sister already stretched the way open for them, the second baby was crowning in very little time.

A few minutes later, MC birthed the second baby, another girl. Both girls had his wings, horns, even his hair and eye color.

The man held both girls in his arms, already overwhelmed with his love for them, before looking up at MC, who was regaining her breath.

Beel sat down next to her and kissed her cheek.

"Are you alright?"

His girlfriend nodded, gaze falling to their girls.

"Beely... we're parents now?"

Beel smiled and nodded.

"I..." The woman sighed. "How did this even happen?"

"I dunno... are you okay with this, Muffin?"

"...Are you?"

His smile grew.

"Yeah."

She gave her boyfriend a small smile.

"Then... I am too."

Beel leaned down and kissed her.

"Good. I love you... I love our girls." The demon smiled down at the twins in his arms before meeting MC's eyes again. "This is... a dream. All at once, I got everything I wanted in life. I'll make sure to give you and the girls everything I can."

The doctor finally came a few minutes later, obviously late. Still, he checked MC and the girls to make sure they were okay and before he even left, the rest of House of Lamentation knew that the two were now parents.

Belphegor:

It took Belphie a bit longer than his twin to realize something was wrong with MC.

Sleepy boy... well, has a sleepy mind.

Not to say that it took him long though; while Beel noticed the human feeling off in his scenario on the first day, it took his twin about three days.

Honestly, he wasn't really worried about how tired they got. Hell, that just meant more naps they could take together so the Avatar of Sloth was winning in that regard.

He didn't really care about the weight gain either. Yeah, he teased her about it a bit, but it was always followed by wrapping his arms around her waist and if his words actually hurt her, which sometimes they did, he'd sleepily kiss their neck, their cheek, their lips

"It was a joke, Butthead." He'd tell them. "If anything, you're even cuter with a belly."

And the boy thrived off the blush that came after.

What the boy didn't enjoy, however, was her dizzy spells. The woman would go pale and suddenly have to grab onto him. Sometimes, MC would even full on faint and he'd have to quickly catch her before she hit the ground.

The first time that happened, the two were on their way to lunch at RAD and suddenly his girlfriend stopped walking. He turned around to ask why she stopped just for the woman to fall forward and for him to have to scramble to catch her.

Luckily, the woman was only out for a minute and was confused when she woke up in her boyfriend's arms, laying on the hallway floor at RAD.

Belphie took her straight home after that, not even giving the human the option to stick around and finish the school day.

The demon didn't understand what was wrong with his Human and whenever he'd ask MC, the woman didn't seem too concerned. Lightly, yes, but she said it'd probably correct itself and human bodies are just weird for the sake of being weird sometimes.

The seventh brother wasn't sure that he believed it, but he also didn't have any other answer so he just chose to leave it at that.

Basically, it was months of Sleepy Boy pretending he didn't care, but secretly hovering over his girlfriend.

After nine months of this hovering, it finally ended.

The two were upstairs in the attic, napping.

MC had been having cramps all day and Belphie suggested just sleeping through them, saying that eventually they will just go away.

Technically, he was right, just not in a way he expected.

He woke up to MC heavily sobbing his name. The man jolted awake and found his girlfriend gripping his shirt and burying her face in his chest.

"What's wrong--"

That's when he noticed the bed was... wet? Why was it wet?

"B-Belphie, somethings--gaaahh." The woman was panting through the pain.

The demon threw the blanket off of her and saw that the bed was soaked, as was her leggings, but there was also a slight bulge.

He pulled them down and saw that she was crowning.

His eyes went wide. She's pregnant? How the hell is she pregnant?

He looked back up at MC, who was still crying from the contractions, and knew he had to handle this before anything else.

He got up from the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

"You gotta push." He told her. "It's not gonna end if you don't push, Butthead."

His voice was firm, but tinged with some sympathy.

The woman was in too much pain to argue.

It took twenty minutes, but the MC managed to push the baby out half way, only to be pulled out completely by her boyfriend.

The demon stared down at the baby, a boy with his tail, eyes, and hair, and didn't know how to feel. He had gotten so focused on helping MC that his emotions felt lightyears away.

The human cried out and his head snapped up to look see her still writhing in pain.

Was there another one? The man quickly found out that there was.

And so it all repeated.

Once the second one was born, a little girl with his horns and eyes, but MC's hair, Belphie stared down at the twins on the bed, crying at the top of their lungs.

The man was already so tired of hearing cries.

"B-Belphie..."

He looked up at MC, who had a panicked expression on her face.

Leaving the twins laying between her legs, the Avatar of Sloth went back to his side of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Neither said a word for a while. The only sound in the room were their twins' cries.

"I didn't know..." MC mumbled.

Belphie pulled back to meet her eyes, just staring into them for a full minute.

"Promise me. Promise that it's true and you didn't know."

"I promise. I swear on everything I have with you that I had no idea."

He sighed.

"Okay." He leaned in and kissed her.

After a moment or two, he pulled away and looked down at the crying babies on the bed.

"So... what do you wanna do with them?"

"I..." The woman stared down at her babies. "C-Can you bring them to me?"

Her boyfriend nodded and scooped up the babies one at a time to bring into her arms.

The woman brought them to her chest, causing them to finally stop crying in favor of feeding from her.

Belphie watched this quietly, not really sure what else to do.

After about a minute or two, MC spoke up.

"Belphie... would you be mad at me... if I said I wanted to keep them?"

The woman knew her boyfriend wasn't a fan of kids, a topic they always clashed with a bit. MC didn't think she could survive losing her twins in anyway now that they're here, but she worried about what Belphie would think of this.

The man pursed his lips. He honestly never wanted kids before, never liked them. Still though... he felt odd. Different.

Maybe it was seeing MC hold his children so sweetly in this moment, but he wasn't as against this as he always imagined himself to be.

Was he at the beginning of developing paternal feelings or was he simply not strong enough to take away something that his girlfriend obviously wanted so much? The demon wasn't sure.

"No. I'm not mad." He shook his head. "I... damn, I don't understand how this is happening but... if you want this then I'm here for the long haul. I'll take care of them; I'll take care of you. We'll do this together."

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Part 1 | Part 2

[oreosmama]

Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with preparing to ask out the guy you like. Just make sure you don’t have an audience while you do it.

A/N: Hey guys, I’ve been going through a rough patch recently, so I’m sorry if I disappointed any of you by not posting. I’ll try to get back on the wagon soon, I promise. Here’s an imagine I got an idea for from this prompt by @otpdisaster​. I hope you guys like it!

Word count: 1115

        You’ve been at it for a while now. The bathroom was empty and silent; perfect for your test runs during lunch hour. The lights occasionally flickered and created a buzz that was mind-numbing, but you couldn’t complain. 

       “Hey Tsukishima… I like your… eyes? No! God YN, that’s terrible.” You shook your head at yourself in the mirror before trying one more time. This round, you bit your lip and fluttered your eyelashes. 

       “Hey there, Tsukki,” you pucker your lips slightly, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this Friday?” Your reflection was an abomination; you looked halfway constipated. 

       “Ughhhh, this is a nightmare!” Turning on the sink, you splash some cold water in your face before bracing your hands against the porcelain. There was still a light in your eyes, and the longer you looked at yourself, the more beauty you seemed to find. Something about today made you feel ready. Ready to ask out the boy you’d been crushing on for years now. 

       “No, no YN! You can do this!” You nodded at yourself reassuringly and smiled. Pearly whites shown through thanks to weeks of strips. Every strand of hair on your head was about as in place as they could be. Your lips were soft and freshly chapsticked, and for once in your life, you felt attractive in your school uniform. “I can do this,” you whispered once more before turning away from the mirror. 

       With a dramatic hair flip, you turned back to your reflection with a smirk and a sultry voice. “Are you a parking ticket?” You raised a suggestive brow, “Because you’ve got fine written all over you.” Nope. With a pouty sigh, you smack your palm against your forehead. 

       “Why do I suck at thissss?” No response, which led you to be simultaneously pissed off and relieved. You wanted help, but not from anybody conscious in society. Running a hand through your strands, you huff and throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as if it would guide you. Then, you shake your body out like a wet dog and return your gaze to the glass, slamming one hand on your popped-out hip to emphasize your curves, however nonexistent they were. 

       “Hey sexy.” Cue eyebrow waggle. “You, me, the movies. Eight o’ clock, don’t be late- Nope, nope, nope.” Your cheeks were trying to beat the sun, you just knew it. They burned and mimicked the colors of tomatoes. But somewhere, deep down at the bottom of your gut, you just didn’t want to give up. 

       “Please go out with me!” Hands clasped together in a begging motion, you pouted. Too wussy.

       “Hey you!” You pointed a finger accusingly, “Go out with me! Or else!” Too threatening.

       “I’ll buy you some candy if you go out with me,” you bargained with wide, desperate eyes. Too child-kidnappy. 

       “I don’t suppose you’ve noticed my, uhh, mandatory school uniform.” You trailed a hand down the side of your body awkwardly. “It’s made of,” you deepen your voice and narrow your eyes, “girlfriend material.” Too serial killerish.

       “Would you like to be my precious?” you rasped, scratching up your throat. Too Gollumy.

       “Fuck, this is never gonna work!” Throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation, you release a roar that could tremble the internal organs of your enemies before-

       “Ha! I got it! He plays volleyball!” You hop out of your self-deprecating groove instantly with one single, genius idea. Body wiggling excitedly, you delve into your backpack and snatch your phone. Google is such a wonderful resource. 

       “If I was a volleyball, I’d let you hit me all day…” you read aloud before glancing back up at yourself and shaking your head. “I’m desperate, but I’m not that desperate.” Minutes passed, and you test-ran through a couple more lines until you finally found it. The one.

       “Do you play volleyball?” Eyes glowing victoriously, you beamed at the mirror, “Because I sure dig you!” The vandalized, STD-infested high school restroom stays silent, but it didn’t deter you. Your heart pangs with excitement, and you knew you were ready. 

       “It’s perfect!” You were about to high-five yourself, but a muffled snicker interrupted you. The beating in your chest stops for a second and you burst into a cold sweat. Oh crap, who’s there?!

       “H-hello?” You grab your backpack and raise it in front of you. “Who is it? Who’s there?” The last person you wanted to see steps into the women’s bathroom, smug smirk and all. 

       “I don’t know, I kind of liked the Lord of the Rings one.” He shrugs. “Your impression was spot on.” Your throat constricts and you struggle to breathe, let alone respond.

       “Why are you here?” you choke out, hiding your clammy palms behind your back. 

       “The teacher sent me to ask if you were okay. Guess she thought you fell in.” Everything about Tsukishima screams ‘smug.’ Before you liked him, it pissed you off. Then it became endearing. And now it makes you want to crawl into a hole and die. 

       “So, how much did you hear?” 

       “About five minutes before the Optimus Prime impression.”

       “Oh God!” You hide your face into your hands and groan exasperatedly. “You heard all of that?!” He chuckles before nodding, eyes glowing arrogantly behind his frames. 

       “Most of it wasn’t half-bad, though.” You peek between your fingers. 

       “Really?”

       “Yeah,” he licks his lips while crossing his arms. “Give one a try.” Brows furrowed in confusion, you open and close your mouth repeatedly like a fish until he explains further.

       “I promise you’ll like the outcome.” There’s this weird look on his face. It’s not angry, or cocksure. He doesn’t look like he’s about to ream your ass or point out all the mistakes you’ve made in your life. It looks almost like… a smile. And a reassuring one at that. Your eyes widen at the sight before a lop-sided grin grows on your face. 

       “All right,” you nod nonchalantly, but your eyes flicker with excitement, “which one do you wanna hear first?”

       “Hmm, how about my favorite of yours so far: goose in the park looking for a Tsukishima-shaped bread crumb?”

[obscureamor]

OKAY OKAY LAST YAM CONCEPT BC IM CUFKFKKSKAKSS: TSUKI DEF TOLD HIM THAT SEX IS ONLY GOOD WHEN YOU MAKE YOUR PARTNER ORGASM LIKE 8 TIMES AS A JOKE BUT YAMS TOOK THAT SHIT S E R I O U S L Y. he feels super self conscious abt himself cause of it, is convinced you're just lying to make him feel better when u tell him having sex with him is amazing as is so he makes u come like 3 times with his mouth and fingers alone, has you literally crying underneath him. probably ignores your safe word too, cradling your head softly as he ruts into you, begging u to give him just one more. you're abt to pass out from it all and the only thing u can see in ur blurred out vision is yams with tears across his face from how good he feels <3

also u made me a fucking aran simp. STOP MAKING ME A SIMP FOR CHARACTERS WHO ARENT APPERCIATED ENOUGH UGHHHH. CAUSE HE DEF HAS A SIZE KINK, JUST LOVES UR CUTE LIL FUCKED OUT FACE UNDER HIM N SHIT BYE- KEDA

this! made me feel something! also this fucking line had me cackling ‘AS A JOKE BUT YAMS TOOK THAT SHIT S E R I O U S L Y’ but omg tadashi ignoring your safeword?

‘green’ falls from your mouth quickly and tadashi just thinks you’re testing it out. trying to get a feel of saying the word aloud and the reason that you’re crying is just because it feels so fucking good. when your hands are settling on his shoulders and pushing, he thinks you’re confused. poor baby, he’s fucking you so good your brain isn’t working right ;((

and when you try to warn him once more, ‘tadashi, stop! slow down please. please, i’m going to—!’ the way he kisses you leaves you breathless, so breathless that the feeling is making your head spin. that, paired with the way he’s still going? still thrusting into your cunt like no tomorrow? it’s no surprise you pass out. it’s no surprise that he falls on top of you, holding you close as he cries because he’s still making you feel good and that’s all that matters. ♡

+ MY ARAN AGENDA LMAOOO BRO BRO ARAN— SIZE KINK???? I AM LOOKING

[onewomancitadel]

If the possibility for Knightfall drops to 0 after V10 or something, would you completely dip from Knightfall Fics?

Good question!

Well, a few things about me: I am very obsessive, I am a massive worrywart, I hate people potentially thinking I am a loser and/or fucking idiot, it's very hard to put myself out there doing anything at all because I am a loser and fucking idiot, and I am very sensitive.

So the answer I could tell you right now is yes, I'd pack up house and leave, probably, if my mental health is as it is now in - what - another year and a half's time? I know transformative fandom for most people doesn't carry this much intensity but again: I'm a loser and a fucking idiot, and I feel embarrassed existing. (Frankly I feel silly just running this blog but the enjoyment I get from fandom supersedes the aforementioned embarrassment).

I'm basically preparing for V9 to already make Knightfall impossible (and my interest in the ship stems from its potential canonicity for how I read the show, so I'm prepared to also have my reading of the show be incorrect, e.g. Cinder's possible death by redemption in addition to Knightfall being a complete no-go). With that being said IF I am hypothetically talking about the ship *going canon* that's a lategame possibility, same as Cindemption. That's not happening for a while, so I wouldn't even expect V10 to be leaning in the positive direction by then! (Maybe there might be seedings? who nose).

Anyway, with such a given context: I would find it really hard to write for the ship if it's very clear it's not going to be canon or something horrible happens like Cinder dying. I'm not interested in fixing canon, that's not where my love for transformative fandom comes from (Skimming Eye is not 'canon bad here's my version', it's 'canon SO GOOD what if MORE'), once my heart is broken, I'm out, and I also don't want people thinking ughhhh she is such a loser and so pathetic being into a loser non-canon ship, or believing Cinder could live, what a loser. That would make me self-conscious and I'd bounce. I hate existing.

I wouldn't do something drastic like delete my fic, though. That won't happen because I do believe even badfic is a part of fandom culture history and it would be unfair to remove it. (My old archive account I orphaned everything).

So you can sense my urgency in posting all the fic now whilst it's still fun. I'm trying to enjoy it lol. That, and I'm thankful I'm invested in something right now outside of uni because otherwise my life is just ALL UNI, and if I weren't doing this (which I do feel guilty about, admittedly) I'd probably just be... warding off having thoughts and feelings all day and trying to switch my mind off.

Yes I know I am a loser idiot for being this weird about stuff I do in my spare time, you can just ignore this post lol. It's not self-pitying, just my reality/how I do things, and an unfortunately honest answer lol.

[prism-sakura-s]

Gingerbread Houses

Chapter 2: The Home

Prompt: Fake Relationship for the Holidays

Warnings: sympathetic remus, nsfw mentions, caps

Pairings: Eventual romantic Intrulogical

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AO3

@sanderssidescelebrations

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The car pulled into the driveway, the sound of crunching following it. Logan ignored a comment from Remus (“The tires are grinding into the ground!”) as he concentrated on not hitting anything. 

“You know,” Remus mused, twirling his moustache, “rockets are already very phallic-looking.” 

“mhm.” Logan looked into the side mirror to make sure he wasn’t going to run over any of his mother’s flowerpots. 

“So what if there was a dildo shaped like it? It’ll even have its own launchpad, and when you activate it it’ll shoot up your-"

SLAM!

Remus and Logan froze as the car reversed in full speed, then screeched to a halt, causing them to lurch forward. 

"A little excited, aren't we?" Remus turned to grin at his companion, only to find Logan's forehead perched on the wheel, both his hands gripping it. "Uh oh-- Logan???"

That's when Remus noticed Logan's shoulders shaking, and small noises coming out of his mouth. It took Remus a while to realize, to his surprise, that Logan was suppressing giggles.

"Are you broken, dork?" Remus whispered.

Logan straightened with a small snort, then tried his best to wipe the smile off his face. "Apologies, it's just--" Another giggle out of his mouth, which he covered with his hand. "Your idea, it got me there, I have no idea why-- oh my god."

In a flash, the laughter was gone, and so was Logan, who had rushed out of the car in the drop of a hat.

Remus blinked, trying to process what had just happened. "Geez, does he like to do everything so fast?" he wondered with a smirk, removing his seatbelt. "I think I like that."

Outside the car, Logan was inspecting the rear, which had bumped into the flowerpots. There was not much damage; only one pot had been cracked. The rest were just knocked over by other pots, or tilted. Nonetheless, Logan didn't think his mother would fly into a rage if she saw the state of the flowers, just exasperated. 

"Wow," Remus whistled, "you didn't have to get that excited over my concept of a rocket dildo, Logie. Turned on much?" 

"Don't be ridiculous," Logan simply said, turning to re-enter the car. "I was just caught off-guard."

"But I was making jokes like that the whole trip!" Remus reminded him.

"You were asleep for half the ride."

"I was making jokes like that the whole time I was conscious!" 

Logan advanced the car a bit, making sure to keep a distance from the flowers. Afterwards, he turned off the ignition, grabbed the luggage (with Remus helping), and started towards the house. 

"Come on, Remus," Logan called. "It's about time you met my parents."

Remus squealed and ran towards Logan with his baggage-filled hands in the air.  

Then he tripped and face-planted into the ground. 

Logan found a smile creeping onto his face. He replaced it with a sigh and an eye-roll. Hopefully Remus could control himself around Logan's parents, unlike in the car. 

The weird thing was, Logan didn't really seem to mind Remus' gruesome and lewd thoughts. On the contrary, he even found some of them to be quite amusing. Not in the "haha dicks" or "haha murder" kind of way, but rather in the way one would be amused by a child's nonsensical ramblings. It was… cute. 

Cute? 

"Alright, Logan, I'm here and at your service!"

Remus was already beside Logan, who had just realized he had been staring at the door for a while. Logan turned to his "boyfriend" (oh, that's right, Remus was going to pretend to be his significant other), who was grinning, every inch of his face filled with excitement. 

"You called me 'Logan'," the respective person realized.

"Yeah? Whudaboutit?" 

"You mostly call me by a teasing, rather ridiculous nickname," Logan said.

"Oh, well, I figured those nicknames weren't going to be pleasurable to your folks, so I figured I'd call you by your real name, warm up a little." Remus' arms swung back and forth. "That's smart, isn't it Lo-lo?"

Logan felt the half-smile on his face once again, but didn't really bother to hide it this time. "Yes, I suppose it is."

Remus' grin suddenly shrank into a small smile as he glanced down at their hands. 

"Should we? We are supposed to be rubbing holes, after all.”  

“Are you ever going to use the term ‘dating’?” Logan asked. 

“Oh, should I not do that either? Okay!”

Logan smirked and slowly took Remus’ hand in his. “Well, shall we?”

Logan saw a tint of red covering Remus’ face as the latter stared up at him, but assumed it was from the cold. “You bet your sweet ass ass we shall, new boyfriend!” Remus exclaimed. 

The two walked to the front of the door, ready for a week of pretend. Logan pressed the doorbell, and the ringing tune that sounded throughout the house suddenly seemed to ground him. 

He was there. At his parents’ house. With Remus, his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfrie-

The door creaked open.

“LOGAN!”

Oh boy. 

“Hi ma,” Logan greeted with a small smile. 

“Oh, hello my dear, I’ve missed ya!” Maya Anderson cried, wrapping her arms around Logan. “Welcome home! Oh, I hope your journey wasn’t too tirin’, was it?”

“No, ma, we’re fine,” Logan reassured her. 

Mrs. Anderson detached herself and smiled, cupping her hand to Logan’s cheek. “Well, I am sure relieved. And this…” 

She grinned as she turned her head to Remus, who, Logan realized, had straightened his back and was smiling kindly, as if trying to look presentable. The aura around him had shifted considerably, although, Logan remembered, Remus was related Roman, so he probably picked up some acting skills from his brother. 

“This must be your boyfriend!” Mrs. Anderson squeed as she moved closer to Remus to inspect him. 

“Pleasure to meet you!” Remus said. “I’m Remus!”

Maya giggled. “Hello Remus! My, what a funny voice ya have! And Logan, I didn’t know ya had a thing for facial hair.” 

She patted Remus’ cheek before turning to head back into the house. “Come now, sugar, come in! There’s some afternoon snacks waitin’ for the two of ya, we better eat them before they get cold.” 

Mrs. Anderson walked into the house, calling, “Miiiitch! Lo-lo and his boyfriend Remus are here!!!”

A muffled, deeper voice seemed to respond from deep inside the home. 

Logan and Remus followed Mrs. Anderson into the house. She led them to the living room, where a cream-colored couch and a recliner surrounded a wooden coffee table, all in front of a television screen attached to the wall. Several paintings and pictures decorated walls and shelves. Various DVDs, board games and books were arranged on a standalone shelf located under the TV, beside more pictures. 

“Take a seat, why don’tcha?” Mrs. Anderson invited the two. “Let me bring your bags to your room, and I’ll get the snacks and tea. Mitch will be comin’ down in a hot minute.” 

Maya hummed as she made her way to the other room, presumably the kitchen. Remus made himself comfortable on the couch, flopping down onto it and rubbing his body all over. 

“At least make some space for me, Remus,” Logan said, sitting down on the far end. 

“Ughhhh, I’ve barely done anything and I’m already so tired,” Remus complained, kicking Logan’s legs, which Logan hardly appreciated. “How do you stay so stoic and boring all of the time? How???” 

“You don’t have to act so formal,” Logan said. “You can be as energetic as you wish, as long as you don’t act barbaric.”

“Your definition of ‘barbaric’ is much tamer than what it actually means, Hulk Hoe-gan,” Remus huffed. “Making jokes about dildos isn’t as horrifying as--gasp--” Remus straightened up, putting a hand over his mouth and widening his eyes in a comical fashion, which was admittedly quite funny to Logan, “murdering someone!” 

“But you joke about that too,” Logan reminded. “And it doesn’t matter which is more disturbing, the fact remains that my parents wouldn’t find it favorable if they thought I was dating someone who thought about rocket-shaped dildos and gruesome killings on the daily.”

“Not on the daily!” Remus corrected, feigning offense. “I only thought of that rocket dildo today! To make you laugh!” 

“Me, specifically?” Logan asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“I mean, you’re the only one in the car with me, so you’re automatically my audience!” Remus stuttered a bit, seemingly trying to get his rapid thoughts in order. 

"That is true," Logan said. "But, please try to keep up the effort? You don't have to hide your energetic self, just refrain from speaking of things that will perturb any normal person."

Remus flinched a little, but quickly recovered. “At least… some light jokes?" he pleaded.

Logan thought about it for a moment. "Alright, as long as it's nothing extreme." 

"Yay! Thank you, Daddy-o!" Remus exclaimed.

"No-"

"Did I hear someone say 'Daddy'?" 

Mitch Anderson stood in the doorway, staring down at the two on the couch with a smile. "I hope you kids aren't getting too naughty, what with the lack of adult supervision.” 

“Pa please,” Logan grumbled. 

Mr. Anderson chuckled and ruffled Logan’s hair. “Don’t get so riled up now Logan, y’know I’m just messin’ with you.”

“Hi Mr. Anderson!” Remus greeted. 

“Hiya,” Mr. Anderson said. “You must be Logan’s boyfriend!” 

“Yep,” Remus said, nodding vigorously, “I’m Remus!” 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Mr. Anderson said, taking a seat on the recliner. “Have y’all been doin’ okay?”

“Yes, we’ve been doing quite fine,” Logan affirmed. 

“Gotten into any fights?” Mr. Anderson asked with a grin. 

Logan sighed. “Why must you inquire me that every time?” 

“Why, is it wrong for a father to wonder if his son had stirred up any trouble?” Mr. Anderson took the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “It’s interesting!”

“Mitch, don’t pressure your son like that, now,” Mrs. Anderson berated her husband, entering the room with a plate of cookies and setting it down on the table. 

“Logie has been in a fight once!” Remus said, suddenly straightening himself. 

“With whom?” Mrs. Anderson asked, curiosity—and perhaps worriement—flooding her eyes. 

Logan shrugged awkwardly. “Er, it’s been a while, I can’t remember.”

“It was Cthulu!” Remus blurted. “He insulted my mustache so Logan here punched the daylights out of his face!”

Logan flinched, quickly turning his head to look at his parents’ reactions. They simply blinked. 

“O-Oh! It was merely a joke!” Mrs. Anderson chuckled rather nervously. “What a funny man ya are, Remus.”

“Though, it would have been impressive if Logan here was able to take down such a monster,” Mr. Anderson jested. 

Logan smiled apprehensively, and turned to Remus, who was grinning widely despite the lukewarm response. 

“I’ll get the tea now,” Mrs. Anderson said, turning to leave the room again. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.” 

“Well,” Mr. Anderson said, “anythin’ else you boys want to tell me about?”

“There sure are!” Remus said cheerfully. 

Logan took a cookie and allowed himself to fully relax into the couch, thankful for the shift in atmosphere. Maybe this week won’t be so stressful after all.

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